Slow and hidden disconnection
from all the non-liminal points of action
Revealing odd and abstruse wormholes
a lone pathway under the invisible eye
The recondite rectification of a theory
a thesis, a frightful thought
once a possibility that now started
to dress itself into flesh and bones
Dreadful as a mute sound
a structure like silhouette suddenly appeared
behind the spine of the one
who ill-conceives living
Nodding for approval
but even without the 'yes' shadow's cold hand
placed itself firmly upon
the shoulder of life's assumer

How strange is the sipping of cold waters
through the cracks in our vision
How calm the understanding that none may rise
without the knowledge he utterly defies

It's the offenders word
a razor in the throat, a pain in the stomach
an intuitive 'no' and a bold reason
For no one willingly steps into
what he truly desires not

It is a place where fear is the sculptor
the breeder and the all-embracing mother of everything

It's the uncomfortable silence
a pause between words
denied presence when you're all alone
For no one really wants to know
is there something beyond at all – how's really behind it all

What comes into recognition
is the realization of the inevitable
the purity of a not man made truth
The failure of all hopes and efforts
manifests the point of the Abysmal Ingression

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